In the Community

This winter we've been pounded with rain and wind. Just this morning, in fact, I got up to find the neighbours "tent garage" in our back yard.

My sister's eldest boy liked nothing better than to sit on his grandfather's knee and have stories read to him.

The thing I remember most from our years spent in Sointula was the fog. Few days were untouched by it. Sometimes I knew, even before I opened my eyes, that it had rolled in.

When a loved one dies, there is little anyone can say or do to take away the pain of separation and the sorrow of that passing.

Powell River, BC; January 16, 2011 As idyllic as the sights and sounds of the nearby ocean can be, lately we're experiencing the unforgettable racket that accompanies the annual visit of California sea lions (Zalophus californianus).

A man went to the doctor with a strange complaint. "Doc, when I drive to work in the morning I start to sing 'The green green grass of home'.

The results of the senior centre's activitiesfor the week ofJanuary 2toJanuary 8: Bridge: (Monday) 1stJoyce Hemphill,2nd John Whitell, 3rd Annie Balzer. Bridge: (Friday) 1stMildred Sandiford,2nd Jim Brown, 3rdLloyd Muma.

Malcolm Island, BC, 1983 A weathered cedar butt, rammed against a pile of upended logs, takes on the shape of a volcano.

Pause for Reflection

Nosing my vehicle up to the yellow line I stopped at the logging chain, stretched taut, that marked the end of the parking lane.